You were the constant in me The branch to my falling leaf As i recall the ways that i was once held by this tree And it stays with me Where i lay, windblown as such A far cry from the place where i know we touched Peace be still, my son find peace (i built all these bridges from rotted beams To narrow the span between reprieves) And it takes all i have just to sit and breathe But i'll trade up my lungs for your company And i'll take what i can from what's offered me You asked me to meet you in the middle, my love But waves can't reclaim the sea They're just spat back to the beach, and left to leave their footprints as foam Inches from what they once called home Peace be still, my son find peace (i built all these bridges from rotted beams To narrow the span between reprieves) Your melody was like a science to me And i once was the fire in your poetry But it seems that you left that, along with me Your melody was like a science to me A thin skin stretched over a frail machine And between you and me, we can barely breath